Frannie
There are no words and not enough words to say. I lost my Dad around the same time as yours. Like your Dad, mine fought and won over many illnesses over his life and this was one more I thought he would pull through, but, alas the man who I called a 'cat with 9 lives' had no more lives spare. We are left to pick up the pieces of our shattered hearts and to carry on. We may have lost them physically but I found that in their passing of life, they are passing on their strength, wisdom and knowledge. I look at myself now and see so many of my Father's traits that I know that he is with me every day, because I am his daughter and who I am and what I do is partly of him and partly of my Mother. In saying that, it still hasn't stopped me from crying, feeling alone and abandoned. Time will heal, I just don't know how long. Dad's passing has hit me like an Antinov.
Kayla